Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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All that, and a dime back from your quarter.

They were up near the cash register in a small wire rack. For fifteen cents, you got TV listings for the entire week, gossip about your favorite stars of the small screen, and a crossword puzzle to boot.

TV Guide.

In my earlier years, I was a TV Guide, of sorts. I did voicework for Prevue Guide Network, which later bought the magazine and became the TV Guide Channel. I did the same sort of things as the magazine – letting you know about the movies on HBO and the network primetime shows – although I didn’t offer a crossword and could rarely be picked up at the checkout stand. (There were days, though…)

When folks learn I’m interested in old books, many figure I’m interested in any sort of old thing. It’s true, I guess, to some extent. I don’t collect TV Guide magazines, but someone obviously did. Now they’re in the bookstore in plastic bags.

Many of them are dated, even for me. The cover in the image dates to New Year’s Day 1959 and while I recall the TV show Ozzie and Harriet, I don’t remember much about the program or the sons, except Ricky. About a decade after this magazine came out, he had a hit song with Garden Party, a sarcastic tune that he wrote in response to being asked to play all his older songs in concert. It was a Madison Square Garden party, and his final lines in the song described his conclusion that “you can’t please everyone…you’ve got to please yourself.”

I’ve been pleasing myself with this pile of magazines. I should be tending to the stacks of books that need to be shelved, but there are a lot of fond recollections on the covers of these vintage TV Guides. (Vintage is what we call items dating back more than a few years, so we don’t feel ancient describing them as ‘Old’…which they are.)

The cover subjects (for those of you who are not – old) were the sons of Ozzie and Harriet Nelson. As best I can recall, they were a typical family but had all sorts of run-ins and situations that America found entertaining. Perhaps a bit like Seinfeld, without the racy innuendo. The article in the magazine shoots that down though:

The average family next door does not consist of a couple of parents who have worked and starred together in show business for most of their adult lives, and a couple of boys each worth a conservative quarter of a million dollars on the current market.”

The inflation calculator says “What cost $250,000 in 1959 would cost $1,902,240.51 in 2011,” pointing out the validity of the writer’s statement. Most of us kids of that day weren’t worth a couple of Billion. Most kids of today aren’t either, even adjusted for inflation.

Those were simpler times. The Big12 was a simple Big7 back then (adjusted for inflation… Actually, OSU – known as Oklahoma A&M in that era – had not yet joined the conference that became the Big8 and later the Big12). Bud Wilkinson coached the Sooners to a 10-1 record, losing only to Texas. OU was rewarded with an Orange Bowl invitation, where they played on New Year’s Day and whipped Syracuse 21-7.

There weren’t as many bowl games in that era, but they all got attention. The Rose Bowl parade was an event in 1959, and kids gathered round in front of the television to watch the spectacle. An actor named Ronald Reagan did the on-camera commentary that year on ABC, describing the floats and marching bands as they passed by.

He later got a job in Washington DC and did some on-camera work there, too.

I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I recognize the artist behind the flying football players on the facing page and included in the image. The style is known to many who thumbed through magazine pages in the sixties and seventies. His name was Jack Davis and he did a lot of commercial artwork. I’m not sure I ever saw his drawings in TV Guide before today.

But I saw them all the time as a kid growing up reading Mad Magazine.

My clone at work? Doubtful.

I could work half as hard or do twice as much if not for doing things twice that I have already done once.

Here in the shop is a big, big book with no price at all. Nada. It needs a little information, so off I go to Google. Imagine my surprise when an exact listing comes up for this volume from 1855. Usually, an exact match is more difficult.

Imagine my further surprise when I see the listing is from a bookstore in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. McHuston Booksellers.

Ooops.

Here is some work come back for a second go-round. You can click on the image for a better look at a pre-Civil War binding.

On the bright side, it does save me the time and effort of investigating the antique book, trying to compare market values and coming up with a price. Boom. There it is, right in the internet listing.

And the photo is already taken!

Having practiced my Roman numerals, I correctly determined that the book was published in 1854, but the heavy leather binding states 1855 – again, something I worked out a second time. It was listed that way in the original listing. I guess there is nothing left to do but put a price card in it, and return it to the shelf.

The Life of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; and the Lives of the Apostles and Evangelists
Date Published: 1854 (Binding states 1855)
Description: By Rev. John Fleetwood, D.D.; Published by Blackie and Son; London. Elaborate illustrated full leather heavy binding with raised bands. Front hinge beginning at lower edge. Water staining throughout. First signature is loose but holding, causing curling and closed tears at page edges. Gilt edges still present at top and bottom. Impressive Blackie and Son reprint of 1837 original, bound with the Lives of the Most Eminent Fathers and Martyrs by William Cave; and A History of the Christian Church by Rev. Thomas Sims M.A. Numerous illustrative lithographic plates.

The Rev. John Fleetwood, who authored the greater part of this three-in-one volume, was a Scottish theologian and biblical critic, but is obscure enough that he doesn’t have a Wikipedia listing.

Although his fame and heritage have been lost to time, his hefty tome survives him well – even if my memory doesn’t.

Scribner. Another Tulsa ghost.

Before the American Civil War, in 1850, Isaac Baker died. His business partner paid off the estate and repainted the sign out front to read – Charles Scribner Company.

He published books.

After the war, the company began publishing a magazine, and then another – in that grand age of monthly editions. Later, his sons joined the firm, and at the father’s death the company was renamed Charles Scribner’s Sons. Over time, it became simply – Scribner.

When an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel was published, it bore the Scribner imprint. Same with Hemingway. Scribner managed to corral a number of influential writers like Kurt Vonnegut, Thomas Wolfe, and Edith Wharton. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings won a Pulitzer for The Yearling, published by Scribner.

Stephen King didn’t win any Putlitzers, but won over a legion of readers during his contract years with Scribner with works like Dreamcatcher and Under the Dome, the latter soon-to-be-released as a film adaptation.

The name Scribner survives, in a fashion. The imprint is now owned by former rival Simon & Schuster, which was in turn acquired by CBS Corporation. During its heyday, Scribner operated a chain of bookstores anchored by its flagship location on Fifth Avenue in New York City.

The store was a marvel to behold, evoking a grandeur reflecting the lofty position held by books and authors at the time. 597 Fifth Avenue was built expressly for the housing of Scribner’s Bookstore. A glass front stopped passersby, who peered through to take in the two story interior complete with a mezzanine, an architectural masterpiece done up in a Beaux Arts style exterior. There was a vaulted ceiling and sunlight filtered in through clerestory windows.

At its demise in 1988, the New York Times treated the news as an obituary: SCRIBNER BOOK STORE, 75, TO CLOSE NEXT MONTH. A descendent of the founder lamented the occasion, but by then his paycheck was backed by Macmillan publishing which acquired Scribner four years earlier.

”A chapter of history is about to close,” said Charles Scribner 3rd at the time. No longer strictly Scribner, Charles the Third served as a vice president at Macmillan.

The Scribner stores were eventually acquired by Barnes and Noble following the breakup of the Scribner publishing and retail divisions. The Utica Square Scribners book store in Tulsa lingered past the millennium, but I could find no obit in the Tulsa World archives. A book signing was hosted there in 2001 – the final mention I found – although relics exist, like the bookmark tucked into a recent acquisition.

A bit like viewing gravestones, they underscore the often-fleeting nature of success. Makes me appreciate even more the opportunity I have to serve as a proprietor in a similar establishment – even if we’re on the economic endangered species list.

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